Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all on 20's
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how many kill

that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from to side
Niggaz if it's then pass me the strap

ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
that'll roll them dice and win
Girls 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
Real hoes let best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and in our hood
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I don't give a fuck a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's out here
(They sure don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr.
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)